Advent 2....and so forth

‘The nights are really drawing in Bing’

‘Drawing in what guv?’

‘I mean that it’s getting dark outside earlier.’

‘Earlier than what guv?’

‘Um…than in the summer?’

‘Oh.’

It’s when I have such a conversation with the lad, I realise that of course to him, and very likely the rest of our furry mates, the passage of time and the seasons, must be quite different. In short we folk, if lost for something to say, will discuss the weather and how it may or may not effect our day, etc.

Being impervious to most of what the British weather has to throw at him, the lad cannot understand why the ancient puffer has to layer himself up in various garments before venturing out into the elements! 

Whilst out and about in Lowtown recently he nodded to a picture of the Michelin man and said:

‘Blimey is that you old poop?’

‘Certainly not!’

‘Cor if its not, it’s a dead ringer guv.’

Feeling a tad hurt, I decided to ignore this, and attempted to take the lad’s mind of the subject.'

‘Oh Bing, just look at the Christmas decorations in the shop windows.’

‘Are you sure it’s not you?’

‘Bing, it definitely isn’t me!’

‘M’mmm.’

We continue on our stroll, and I’m hoping that the comments the lad is receiving from various pedestrians will take his mind off this current fixation.

‘Oh isn’t he lovely, what’s his name?’

‘Bingo.’

‘Oh why is he called that?’

‘That’s where I won him.’

‘Really?’

Bing has picked up the scent of a bag of pastries in a lady’s shopping trolley, the nostrils are flexing, and I’m starting to wonder if we should move on before the famous hooter delves into one of the shopping bags!

I prise the lad away and we continue….

‘What’s all that about winning me as a prize?’

‘Oh it just seemed easier, rather than saying something like, you’re of the Royal line of Grand Basset Griffon Vandeens forced to flee the French revolution!’

‘Blimey guv, are you sure?’

‘No.’

‘M’mmm.’

We walk in silence.

‘Guv you don’t really look like that there ‘Micklemas-man.’

‘Michelin Man.’

‘Whatever.’

‘Well that’s a relief.’

‘No…………………..he’s a jolly old bloater!’

I look down at the lad, whose grin and wink brings a smile to my face.

‘That’s better guv.’

'Soon be.......Christmas Bing!'  

I'm not sure if the lad really knows what that's all about, but I have a feeling this year, he'll find it rather to his fancy.


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